Fan Fiction
A Quiet Place: Tariq Speaks
Tariq, Joe and Ashley just clocked in to work and are reeling over the news headlines they heard before coming in to work. “Ayyyeee. Did y’all hear the news report about them aliens like the ones from the movie A Quiet Place being real?” Tariq asked in a very low tone. “Those can’t see, but can hear real good bitches?” Ashley replied jokingly. “Yeah, but ain’t nobody scared of them bitch ass aliens but you males, because men are bitches.” She continued.
By Joe Patterson4 days ago in Fiction
Hellraiser: Ecstasy
Me and my boyfriend Andrew are walking hand in hand as we head inside this new private nightclub called The Labyrinth. We’ve been told it’s the most happening hotspot for couples who wanna explore pleasure beyond the norm. “Arianna, are you sure you wanna try this?” Andrew asks me as we approach the entrance of this mysterious looking building. “We said we wanted a little thrill in our lives didn’t we?” I reply while looking in my lover’s eyes with pure intensity.
By Joe Patterson6 days ago in Fiction
Sin Salida
Mierdanistan is one of the two hundred associated but revolutionary states of the American Republic. However, the communists of Juanolia continue to attempt to liberate them, launching unexpected attacks that destroy and diminish their population. Being isolated from the outside world, the government of this population is socialist and socially unbalanced; for example, marriage contracts do not exist, and emotional considerations dictate voluntary fidelity. Anyone can sleep with anyone without legal repercussions. Despite its isolation, Mierdanistan is one of the most economically important states, although internally, it is extremely poor. It has two valleys, one of which features a large, mountainous coffee plantation. Ironically, this plantation cultivates a bitter, strong coffee that was highly valued before the "Hundred Years' War." However, the people of Mierdanistan prefer a simple life, enjoying theIt exists as a cultural phenomenon, and in a way, as a familiar social practice. While there may not be a strong sense of family values, people come together to share their joys and sorrows, often in a forced and uncomfortable manner, with a strained and painful atmosphere.
By Stephen Betancourt7 days ago in Fiction
My Sarah
My Sarah. There isn’t anyone good enough for her. “I never got to be fucking empress,” I grunted. Sarah shrugged. “I’m sorry babe. Maybe when we go to this cool party my cousin is throwing tonight you’ll feel better,” Sarah said, smoothing out her hair in the mirror.
By Melissa Ingoldsby8 days ago in Fiction
Candyman: Mirror Image
Gosh I can’t wait for class to be over. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love Urban Myth, but I didn’t get an ounce of sleep making content last night for my tik tok. “Greta?” Mr. Robinson called out to me as I was dozing off. “How can I help you Mr. Robinson?” I reply very smugly. “Well Greta dear I wanted your professional take on the legend of Daniel Robitaille?” He asks.
By Joe Patterson10 days ago in Fiction
Pennywise Lives
Derry, Maine, 1959. Mike Hanlon, Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh and Eddie Kaspbrak are on their way to Barrens in the town of Derry. “Oy, what are we thoin’ heeeah guys.” Richie joked in his fake New Yorker accent. “Beep beep, Richie.” Beverly replied. “We gotta go back to the barrens to get Eddie’s inhaler. “Don’t make me sound so hopeless, Bev.” Eddie answered in a reserved tone. “Well Eds, you can’t hardly breathe without it and we almost had to rush you to the hospital last time you forgot it.” Mike added while giving Eddie at pat on the back.
By Joe Patterson16 days ago in Fiction
Camp Crystal Lake: Path to Pamela
Jodi and Ted are on a hiking trail on the Crystal Lake camping grounds on their way to meet up with their friends. “Well this was a fun hike.” Jodi began as she caught her breath. “Yeah, it just sucks we won’t get to have more time to do it being that the kiddos are arriving later.” Ted replied. “Aww, don’t be down, Teddy. We’ll still get to have our…alone time. We’re just gonna have to find a way to disappear.”
By Joe Patterson19 days ago in Fiction
"Not on the Menu...?" . AI-Generated.
" The Tale of Aunt Faye’s Speacial Pot of Hillbilly Luck, The neon sign at the Honky-Tonk saloon buzzed like an angry hornet, but inside, the mood was thick with tension and the smell of charred brisket. Vicky sat at the head of the table, in her pink cowboy hat tilted low, staring down a massive, steaming iron cauldron in the center of the table.
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis21 days ago in Fiction
"Scroll No More...?"
For thirty-six years, Vicky had been running from the ghost of a cold, rainy November day when she was thirteen. That was the day Duke’s bozo nightmare of a stepfather, alongside their hired babysitter, forcefully ripped thirteen-and-a-half-year-old Duke away from her. They were pulled apart, scattered to the winds. But Duke had never forgotten her. Driven by a pure, unyielding devotion, Duke had remained a virgin all these years, saving himself entirely for the day he would finally hold Vicky in his arms again.
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis21 days ago in Fiction
Chucky: A Friend to Begin
Ten year old Marcus is out shopping for birthday gift at the newly opened KB Kids toy store with his mother Mary when he comes across a Good Guy Doll. “Wow!” Marcus begins in excitement. “Mom look. It’s one of the classic good guy dolls.” “Marcus you’ve never been into dolls.” Mary began. “Action figures have always been your thing.” “Ma, they still are, but I’ve been hearing everyone at school and on tik tok talk about how cool good guys were back in your time…a long long time ago.”
By Joe Patterson23 days ago in Fiction
